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sentinelpri · 10 months

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Yeah, Right

The first time Aizawa does it, he doesn’t think about the ‘why’. After all, it seems logical enough.

It’s All Might’s fifty-first birthday and Aizawa expects the fresh batch of new students to want to surprise the older man with something special for the day of. Only, when he gets to class that morning, he hears them all talking about how they’re too shy to so boldly approach their teacher and give him a birthday gift. While Aizawa imagines that All Might will get plenty of gifts and letters in his P.O. box, none of them will actually be from anyone he knows- random fans, even some stalkers- all people that he has no connection with.

Aizawa knows All Might well enough to know that the only people he wants anything from are going to be his students and fellow heroes- people he knows, people who care. Aizawa remembers that All Might doesn’t have a family to celebrate with and frowns as he sits at his desk listening to the children rattle on about the former number one hero.

When All Might walks in to take over the class for his heroics lesson, he looks Aizawa in the eye and offers a small smile. For whatever reason, said smile makes Aizawa’s heart skip a beat, so he doesn’t smile back. Instead, he leaves, rushing to the local grocery store even though he knows he’s supposed to be doing lesson planning. When he returns, he smuggles the little bouquet of roses and the box of chocolates into the lounge through his duffle bag.

All Might’s locker is always stupidly left unlocked (because ‘none of my fellow hereos would meddle with my belongings’, according to the older man), so Aizawa puts the presents there with a note but no name.

‘Happy birthday, number one. Hope you have a good year.’

It’s simple and plain enough to not give away who it’s from. Perfect.

Aizawa doesn’t feel too nervous as he shuts the locker and retreats to sit at the round table. It’s lunch time now, so the sound of loud teenagers bustling down the hallway rings in Aizawa’s ears. He buries his head in his hands and groans, only to have a more pressing problem when the door is slammed open just seconds later.

He glances up to see All Might, standing in the doorway, the front of his pink button-up shirt soaked with blood.

“All Might,” Aizawa stands up and grabs a washcloth to wet, then brings it over to All Might. He wipes the blood off of the older man and glances up at him with a scowl. “What the hell happened to you?”

“Oh, Aizawa,” All Might offers a weak smile and takes the washcloth from Aizawa’s hands so he can clean himself up. Aizawa stands there awkwardly, arms crossed over his chest, waiting for an answer. “I’m fine! Just a normal day for me, coughing up blood, though I’m starting to run out of shirts that aren’t blood-stained… Maybe I should start wearing more red.”

“You’re coughing blood up that often? And in this quantity… That isn’t normal,” Aizawa scoffs, as annoyed as ever by All Might’s alarming normalization of his declining health. “When’s the last time you’ve been to a doctor?”

“Back after we fought Shigaraki and the Paranormal Liberation Front.”

“No, I mean for a normal check up. When’s the last time you’ve been to a doctor for something other than a grievous, hero-work-related injury?”

“Oh, I haven’t been since…” All Might trails off, tossing the washcloth in the dirty laundry and thinking to himself. Meanwhile, Aizawa moves to dig through his own locker for an extra shirt that All Might can have- God knows the former number one hero is never prepared enough to keep a change of clothes handy. Aizawa finds the largest one he has, an oversized black sweater that he likes to sleep in sometimes. It’s just long enough that it’ll fit All Might’s weirdly oversized frame perfectly, so Aizawa takes the shirt out and tosses it at the older man. “Hm… I actually don’t know.”

“You need to go see one soon, then,” Aizawa nags and sits back down in a lounge chair as All Might hides behind the lockers to change shirts.

“Why do you care so much all of a sudden?”

“Ugh, never mind,” Aizawa grumbles and gets up to head towards the door. Just when he thought he was getting soft for the man, All Might had to go and get on his nerves again. “God forbid I try to make you take care of your health for the sake of your students.”

“Aizawa, wait-”

“No, it’s fine. I get the point. You’re never going to prioritize yourself and nothing anyone can say will ever make you. Keep the shirt,” Aizawa puts his hand on the door knob and turns it. Then, he opens the door and leaves, calling back to a flustered looking All Might with- “I’ll see you later.”

The second time Aizawa does it, he wonders why the hell he finds himself doing this shit again. The first time it was because it was All Might’s birthday and he wasn’t sure if All Might would get anything from anyone else. Now, it’s the middle of autumn, and he’s unsure about his motives. He tells himself that All Might has seemed down lately- yes, that’s all it is- and that he wants to cheer him up for the students’ sake and definitely not for his own. It’s odd because the last time he did this, he had an awkward and tense interaction with the man right after that turned him off for a while, but… It couldn’t hurt to try again.

So, he spends time hand-crocheting and knitting some sweaters and scarfs for the upcoming season and packing them into a little gift basket. All Might still has a nasty habit of leaving his locker unlocked, meaning that Aizawa can get into it easily. He sneaks into the lounge early, unusually early, knowing that he’s the least likely to get caught at this time since school doesn’t start until seven thirty. Right now, it’s six.

The only person that ever gets to U.A. before seven in the morning aside from Nezu is-

“Mic,” Aizawa blankly states, unsure of what to do. He’s standing in front of All Might’s open locker with the gift basket in one hand and his other hand on the edge of the locker door to hold it open. Mic has just walked into the staff lounge and caught him red-handed. “Uh… What’s up?”

In an awkward series of little motions, Aizawa slams the locker shut and tries to hide the ridiculously large basket behind his back.

“Um… What’cha got there?”

“Nothing that’s any of your business,” Aizawa answers, then reopens the locker, shoves the basket in there, and slams it back shut.

“C’mon, now, don’t pretend that I didn’t just catch you leaving a gift basket in All Might’s locker! No wonder you’ve been acting so funky lately… And to think I thought I was imagining things when I saw him in your favorite shirt,” Mic says, much to Aizawa’s embarrassment and horror. He hadn’t even considered the possibility of him doing this coming off like that to anyone else- and maybe loaning All Might one of his favorite shirts that he used to wear all the time wasn’t the best idea, either, especially considering that All Might now wears the damn thing at least once a week with the claim of ‘since it’s black, it doesn’t stain easy!’. “Wait, are you two a thing!?”

“Absolutely not. He borrowed the shirt once and I let him keep it. As for the gifts… Well, I am guilty of that, but he doesn’t reciprocate said gifts nor does he know it’s me giving them,” Aizawa explains and guiltily walks away from All Might’s locker in favor of sitting down on the edge of the staff table. He sighs and shakes his head both at himself and at Mic. “So don’t tell anyone.”

“Hah! No one would believe me, even if I did want to go and betray you by blabbing about it,” Mic laughs and sits right next to Aizawa on the table top. Then, he looks over at the erasure hero with his big green eyes and a knowing smirk. “But are you seriously going to keep on with this until he retires from teaching?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean, you clearly like him, and this is your weird fucked up way of expressing it-”

“Hey!” Aizawa interrupts with a blush and a glare- or, as much of a glare as he can produce these days with only one eye. The other eye socket remains empty and covered by a black eye patch, thanks to a certain Shigaraki. “Don’t talk about me like that.”

“What? It’s true! I’ve seen the way you look at him,” Mic points out. It’s horribly, embarrassingly true. Aizawa used to hate All Might and everything he stood for, and he still tries to tell himself that he does, but… Things just aren’t the way they were back then. He watches All Might a little too closely and checks in on him all the time, even if it’s not in the most overtly caring and compassionate way. He does care about All Might, and they’ve grown to respect each other. He just never thought that it’d develop into those sorts of feelings; for the former number one hero, who’s far more popular than him, far more attractive than him, and over a decade his senior. “You’ve been doing this for how long now?”

“I don’t know,” Aizawa shrugs and crosses his leg over his prosthetic. Then, he crosses his arms as well and taps his fingers against his bicep. He can’t even meet Mic’s gaze. “A few months, maybe?”

“Exactly,” Mic yells a little too loudly and throws his hands up in the air. “You’ve been doing this for months instead of just telling the guy you have a crush on him!”

“I don’t have a crush on him,” Aizawa mumbles, hating the sound of such a juvenile term being thrown at him like this.

Crush.

Yeah, right.

“Really?” Mic presses. “Really? Look at yourself right now, Eraser!”

“We can continue this conversation never,” Aizawa gets up from the table, heads to the door, and looks back at Mic, who is sitting there with a ridiculously large grin. “And remember; don’t tell anyone about what you saw today.”

“Aye aye captain!” Mic responds with a mock-salute that somehow pisses Aizawa off even more.

As the ravenette leaves, embarrassed and confused, he can’t help but think about what Mic said.

A crush.

On All Might.

Yeah, right.

The third time Aizawa does it, he hears All Might start to talk.

Aizawa has had to come to terms with the fact that these stupid feelings he’s developed for All Might are, in fact, a crush- as Mic had so eloquently put it just a few months ago. Said crush has been festering for God knows how long and seems to only get worse with every season that passes.

So, by the time winter rolls around, he’s more on edge about the whole thing than he thought he’d be when he left the first gift basket for All Might back in June. Despite never caring about his appearance before, he finds himself tying his hair up (All Might said it looked good like that once), wearing cologne (one that All Might said was his favorite in an interview a while back), and putting a little more effort into his appearance than he would have just a few years ago.

It’s the day before winter break. All of the kids are doing cute holiday celebrations, gift exchanges, dorm parties, and more. They’ve already taken their finals, so there’s not much for the teachers to do aside from sit on their asses and enjoy the festivities. Aizawa doesn’t mind it. He even finds himself in a particularly cheery mood as he leaves another gift basket in All Might’s locker, this one full of holiday candies, a new blanket, and some fancy tea and coffee blends.

After leaving the gifts and making sure that no one is around to catch him in the act this time, Aizawa quietly closes the locker and moves to sit at the staff table before anyone can walk in.

He catches a glance of himself in the mirror and sighs. His hair is tied back all pretty, he actually bothered shaving, and though he looks as tired as ever… He looks better than he used to. The things people say about ‘glowing’ when they fall in love may actually be true. With a shake of his head, he ignores that train of thought in favor of pulling out his phone and reading the news.

Slowly, more of the faculty file in; Nezu, Mic, Vlad King, Nejire- who started working for U.A. shortly after graduating- and finally, All Might. The four sit near Aizawa at the table with Mic sitting right next to him and the others sitting across from him. They chat and talk about their plans for winter break as if Aizawa isn’t even there until Aizawa hears Nejire pipe up with-

“Hey, All Might, is that a new scarf? It’s cute. Where’d you get it?”

“It’s a funny story, but someone has been leaving these gifts in my work locker for months…” All Might explains, much to Aizawa’s embarrassment. Aizawa can’t help but notice that the older man is wearing his sweater. Again. The chunky crocheted scarf around his neck is made of black and red yarn, one of the many things that Aizawa has anonymously gifted to him since the summertime. “Everything from chocolates and flowers for my birthday to this scarf and custom-made sweaters. No idea who it is.”

“Oh, well that’s a simple problem with a simple solution!” Nezu suggests. Aizawa’s heart drops as the principal suddenly crawls into his scarf and sits on his shoulder- something he frequently does for warmth and height. His beady eyes remain trained on All Might. Meanwhile, Mic won’t stop nudging Aizawa with his foot underneath the table. “Would you like me to check the security cameras for you?”

“No, that’s not necessary, Nezu,” All Might answers with a dismissive wave. It takes everything in Aizawa not to let out an obvious sigh of relief. “After all, if they’re going about it like this, they probably don’t want me to know their identity.”

“You don’t think that it’s some sort of villain, do you?” Vlad King questions.

“Not at all. UA’s security is too strict to allow any outsiders in and all of the gifts I’ve received so far have been totally harmless. I had the same train of thought at first and even had Tsukauchi run everything I received through his forensics team to test for poisons and find any trackers or cameras that might’ve been hidden, but no one found anything. It seems like they’re totally innocuous, well-meaning gifts.”

“Do you think it’s a student?” Nezu presses, clearly somewhat concerned.

Aizawa suddenly realizes just how bad of an idea this was to start off with. Maybe he should stop and get a hold of things before he gets caught and makes a fool out of himself.

“No, they wouldn’t have access to the lounge unless they had some sort of quirk that allowed them to phase through things. I know we have a couple of those quirk users here, but I doubt that any of them would risk getting in trouble for something so dumb when they could just leave the stuff on the desk of the classroom I teach in. So, it must be another faculty member; another teacher, a janitor, cafeteria staff…” All Might continues rambling on about the many deductions he’s made. Aizawa almost calls him out for sounding so much like Midoriya, but he decides against it. “There’s so many people who work here that I haven’t bothered trying to narrow it down.”

“And that doesn’t bother you at all!? I’d be going insane!” Mic yells out, then sends a quick and knowing glance in Aizawa’s direction. Aizawa glares back at him. “What if you have a stalker or something?”

“I doubt it’s anything that severe. Either this is some sort of cruel joke or someone has a crush on me,” All Might shrugs. “I’d be surprised at the latter considering the form I’m currently in, but the gifts clearly have a lot of thought behind them and some people have weird tastes…”

At that, Mic burst out laughing, to which Aizawa quickly turns and scolds him.

“Mic!”

Mic only laughs harder. Aizawa doesn’t think his face has ever been this red, and All Might is looking between the two of them like he’s trying to put the pieces of a puzzle together.

“What’s so funny, Yamada?” All Might asks and narrows his sky blue eyes.

“Nothing, nothing,” Mic answers, but again, only laughs even hader. He puts his head on the table and buries his face in his arms. “Sorry!”

“So you’re just going to let this continue to happen?” Vlad King interjects.

“Basically. Either I’ll retire from teaching, they’ll come and tell me who they are and why they’re doing this, or they’ll get bored and stop. Whichever happens first. I don’t really mind either way.”

“What if it’s, like, a secret admirer?” Nejire continues. Meanwhile, Aizawa doesn’t know if he’s relieved or offended at the fact that All Might doesn’t seem to care very much about whoever it is that’s been leaving him presents in his locker. “Don’t you want to know who they are?”

“Not really. I know I don’t discuss it very often, but I do have my heart set on someone else… I just haven’t had the courage to tell them, especially since my retirement from hero work. So, it’s better that this person doesn’t reveal themselves to me; I’d hate to reject them after they’ve given me so many nice things. I want them to know I appreciate all these things they’ve gifted me, so I wear and use them as much as I can, but I also wonder if I’m giving them the wrong idea… Ah, I’ve got lesson plans to work on. I should get back to the classroom.”

With that, All Might stands up and retreats, leaving the rest of the staff to eat their lunches and chat amongst themselves- mostly about the upcoming holiday party that the hero commission is going to throw in about a week to celebrate the last year’s worth of hero work. They do it every year, but Aizawa never attends, finding that no one really cares whether or not he’s there aside from Mic. It always seems like a big publicity stunt for heroes to come and throw their money at the charities that are promoted there, for heroes to come and get interviewed by famous reporters, and for heroes to come and find more work with new teams or agencies.

Like a lot of hero society, the whole thing is about business more than it is a genuine celebration, but… if All Might is going to be there this year like he always is, Aizawa may go.

Eventually, the rest of the staff clear out, leaving Aizawa and Mic by themselves. Mic is the first to say anything.

“Eraser, aren’t you going to tell him about your feelings?”

“Has your quirk made you deaf or something? He said he’s in love with someone else! He’d just reject me, I… Should’ve never done this in the first place,” Aizawa sighs. His heart actually feels like it’s breaking from everything All Might said. “It was a stupid idea. Out of all the people I could’ve gone and caught feelings for…”

“But what if that person he talked about is you?”

“Really? Out of everyone All Might has ever met and known, you think he’s in love with me? Yeah, right,” Aizawa scoffs, looking at Mic in disbelief. “Be realistic.”

“I dunno, maybe? I mean, I could’ve sworn he was giving you ‘fuck me eyes’ while he was in here so perhaps-”

“There’s no way,” Aizawa interrupts, flustered. The idea of All Might looking at him like that… No. It’s impossible. For someone like All Might to want someone like him… “I look like a homeless person according to my students and everyone knows I haven’t been the same since everything that happened with the League of Villains and the Paranormal Liberation Front. And, just in case you forgot, I’m also more than a decade younger than him. I wouldn’t blame him for being completely repulsed by me.”

“Eraser… I’m sure if you told him, and he didn’t return the feelings, he’d be nice about it,” Mic tries to be comforting by putting a hand on Aizawa’s shoulder.

“Oh, yeah, pity kindness. That’s definitely what I want from him. As if this isn’t embarrassing enough,” Aizawa sarcastically huffs with a roll of his eyes. Mic just offers a guilty smile in return. “Honestly, Mic, you… Look, I appreciate you trying to help me here, but it’s better if I just don’t say anything, okay? He doesn’t want me back, and he never will.”

“If that’s how you really feel, I guess I can’t change your mind, but let me know if you ever want to ask him out, okay?”

“Yeah. Sure thing.”

“Okay, catch ya later!”

With that, Mic stands up and exits the room, leaving Aizawa alone yet again. The ravenette sighs and holds his head in his hands.

Asking All Might out?

Yeah, right. Because that’ll go swimmingly.

Aizawa doesn’t get the chance to do it a fourth time. Instead, U.A. is closed for winter break so the students can go home and spend time with their families for the holidays. While a few of them stay behind, they celebrate in their own way, leaving the teachers to attend the hero commission’s holiday party. It’s thrown at some fancy venue with a ballroom, that of which Aizawa can’t be fucked to remember the name of. Mic drives him, anyway, so it’s not like he has to know what it’s called or where it’s at.

Once he gets there, Mic splits from him to go be the social butterfly and casually functioning alcoholic that he’s always been. He downs drink after drink, but thankfully, Nezu is nearby keeping an eye on him so Aizawa doesn’t have to (for once). Aizawa takes the opportunity to lean back against one of the less crowded walls and scan the room.

Since the end of the conflict with the PLF, any interest in Aizawa and his involvement with the U.A. scandals has died down considerably, so he’s almost returned to the familiar comfort of no one knowing who he is again- so much so that none of the paparazzi or reporters bother trying to snap pictures or get an interview with him. Though many heroes would feel stiffed by this, Aizawa is relieved as he watches All Might, who is currently experiencing the exact opposite.

At first, All Might was happily chatting with the other heroes and dancing with a lot of them (which made Aizawa somewhat jealous, but that’s another story). Now, All Might looks uncomfortable, though he does a great job at putting on a front and answering all of the reporters’ questions as if he isn’t becoming a nervous wreck with every second that passes. Eventually, All Might directs them to Mount Lady, who is currently dancing with Kamui woods. Those vultures take the opportunity to go take as many implicating photos as they can, which gives All Might the time to make an escape and slip outside of the venue. Aizawa grabs a coffee from the bar and follows the former number one hero, who he finds sitting outside on a bench a few yards away from the front door.

“Parties aren’t much your scene these days, are they?” Aizawa asks, standing behind the bench and slumping his shoulders.

“Heh,” All Might laughs, then shakes his head. “Not at all.”

“It seems like I can always find you out here when you feel out of place… Outside in the freezing cold, all by your lonesome, sitting on some bench.”

“Would you like to sit?” All Might offers.

“Sure,” Aizawa sits down next to All Might and sees that the blond is shivering due to the cold, even in a nice sweater and a scarf. So, Aizawa holds out his hot coffee and asks- “Want a sip?”

All Might looks at the coffee, then at Aizawa.

“You don’t mind?”

“Kids are petri dishes, and I’m around them all the time just fine,” Aizawa shrugs. “I doubt you’ll get me sick.”

All Might takes the cup.

“There’s no alcohol in this, right?”

“Right. I know you can’t really drink anymore. Plus, I’m not really stupid enough to drink at this sort of thing unlike all of our coworkers… I’d hate to slip up and let something embarrassing out to the press. I know those damn vultures would take full advantage of some poor inebriated idiot here- hell, they do it to Mic every year.”

“That’s true,” All Might laughs and leans back against the bench. It’s taken him a couple minutes, but he seems comfortable with Aizawa’s presence now. The smile on his face is beautiful underneath the pale moonlight, practically glimmering. Aizawa feels his cheeks burn red and prays that All Might doesn’t notice. Pausing, All Might drinks some of the coffee before continuing. “I remember last year when they got him to admit to that fling he had with Vlad King, those two were in hot water for a while… Thanks for the drink, by the way.”

“Sure.”

A few moments pass with the two men passing the coffee between each other, drinking, and chatting away. Aizawa can’t help but notice that All Might is acting a little differently- a little more at ease than he normally would. Aizawa isn’t sure how to place it until All Might sets the drink down on the middle of the bench and holds out one of his large hands.

“Hey, how about a dance?”

“Hm?”

“I think you’re the only one of our coworkers I haven’t danced with tonight,” All Might says offhandedly, which makes Aizawa’s face fall. Is it really just a platonic offer? Almost as if sensing his disappointment, All Might rushes to retract the invitation, panicking. “Then again, I understand if you aren’t interested! I know being in the spotlight isn’t really your thing and-”

“We can dance out here, if you want,” Aizawa interjects. The soft lull of the waltz music from inside can be heard echoing through the open windows. “I can still hear the music.”

“That actually sounds pretty nice,” All Might stands. “Mind if I lead?”

“Not at all.”

So, hand in hand, the two dance together outside of the venue, unbothered by the press or their fellow heroes who would ask questions. All Might’s hands are calloused and warm, and he smells like the cologne Aizawa bought him not that long ago.

“You know, it’s rare that you dress up like this,” All Might remarks, and it’s true. Aizawa wore a suit for the occasion at Mic’s pestering. He even shaved and tied his hair up to make himself look somewhat nice. Though, he didn’t expect All Might to notice. “I don’t think I’ve seen it since that last press conference.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” All Might smiles. “I like it.”

“Well, I like you,” Aizawa spits out before he can think better of it. He freezes, tripping over All Might’s feet. All Might wraps an arm around his back and pulls him into his chest to catch him. Embarrassment washes over Aizawa like a shower that’s way too hot. He rushes to explain the words away. “Wait, that’s not what I-”

“I like you, too,” All Might blurts out, much to his relief. On one hand, Aizawa is happy, but on the other, he doesn’t want to admit that Mic was right. “And um… Thanks for the stuff.”

At that, Aizawa blinks and pulls away, flustered.

“You knew it was me?”

“Well, no,” All Might answers, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “But Mic’s pretty hammered in there and-”

“He told you, didn’t he?” Aizawa huffs and facepalms with a shake of his head.

“Maybe?”

“He’s awfully lucky this just so happened to work out,” Aizawa sighs and reaches forward to grab one of All Might’s hands. Much to his delight, All Might laces their fingers together and stands by his side. “But I guess since the cat’s out of the bag, we can take this inside, right?”

“Yeah… I’d like that.”

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #erasermight #erasermight fic #eraserhead #all might #yagi toshinori #shouta aizawa #shota aizawa #fluff #oneshot #oneshots #drabble #drabbles #post-canon #post-war

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keepingupwithkarasuno · 4 months

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Requested by: bestie anon

Omg hey sorry it took me a ungodly amount of time to get to this (o still have the og ask in my inbox I’m very sorry 😭😭) I’m idk if I did a good job with this one I feel like I made it too long and it kinda lost its charm and wasn’t really sticking to the original plot /: very sorry I hope you still enjoy it ):

Um if I did a bad job I’m very sorry and if you hate it i can try to redo it ):

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shxtodxroki · 1 year

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗?

Warnings: Mentions of insecurities, mentions of the reader having muscles and being pretty strong, as per request

Send me the name of your favorite character and I’ll write a drabble for them! :)

“He’s just so cute, Nemuri.” Toshinori heard your voice mutter quietly from inside the staff room, freezing in place after realizing he stopped by just a moment too late after overhearing the last bit of your gossip to your fellow teacher Midnight. He could practically hear the way your face was heating up as you spoke, sounding so infatuated with this mystery person that he could feel his heart sink in his chest.

You two had been brought on to the teaching staff at UA at the same time, eager and excited to be a part of such an amazing school and to help educate such hardworking, dedicated students. Because you started at the same time the two of you had bonded quite a bit, spending most of your lunches together and chatting when you had the chance. Toshinori had developed quite the attraction to you, in fact, though he never planned on telling you that of course. The poor man’s confidence in his appearance could only be found when he was in his muscle form, and in his mind, there was no way you could like him in his small form, too plain and boring to catch the eye of someone as stunning and perfect as yourself.

These insecurities only deepened after hearing you talk about how cute you found someone else, though he quickly wiped the frown off of his face in favor of making a quick transformation into his muscle form. As much as it hurt him to hear that you liked someone else, he wanted to find out who it was in hopes that it might help him get over you faster, and he was better at concealing his true emotions when in his muscle form.

“Who is?” He boomed, entering the room with false confidence as he smiled brightly at you. Every face in the room suddenly went white at his appearance, however, everyone but yours. It immediately felt as if he had walked into a conversation he was definitely not meant to be a part of, even though you didn’t seem to mind at all. 'Strange', he thought, his self-consciousness returning to him at the unwelcome feeling brought on by his colleagues’ stares.

“Oh hey All Might, I didn’t notice you there!” You chuckled, seeming slightly embarrassed to be caught gushing about whoever you were so infatuated with. “I guess I was talking louder than I realized.”

Toshinori saw the way Mic tried to shoot you a warning glance, seemingly shocked at the fact that the two of you were conversing so easily, but he tried to pay their stares no mind as you opened your mouth to begin speaking again.

“There’s just this guy I’ve been thinking about lately.” The shyness returned to your voice, ignoring the way Nemuri was shaking her head “no” at you as you stared at the floor, completely oblivious to your coworkers’ panic. “Do you… do you know Toshinori? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you guys together before, but I'm pretty sure he started around the same time as both of us.” You mumbled.

“He’s just so… pretty, and sweet. He’s a really great guy, I think you’d like him.”

You could hear the smack every one of your colleagues landed on their own foreheads in secondhand embarrassment from a mile away, each of them going silent all of a sudden and looking at you with a pity that you didn’t understand. What was going ON with them today, why were they all being so weird all of a sudden? Sure, All Might was amazing (he was the #1 hero for a reason, after all) but he was also your friend and colleague, so you didn’t see any reason to keep this information from him like they all seemed to want you to.

You began to wonder if you really had done something wrong, however, when All Might’s jaw dropped open in response to your confession, his face flushing a bright red before he managed to compose himself enough to squeak out a, “Uh… really? Are you sure?”

You were beyond confused at this point, not understanding why even he had started acting strange and doubting you now. Why the hell was he acting this way? And why was the room so silent you could hear a pin drop? You didn’t think All Might and Toshinori had ever even met before, so you couldn’t understand his strange behavior all of a sudden.

As you and All Might stood there, staring at one another in confused, shocked silence, Aizawa made his way up to the two of you, finally joining in on this conversation with a look of pity flashing across his face as he looked at you. “Y/n…” He muttered, pointing towards All Might with a look of pure secondhand embarrassment as he did so. “All Might is Toshinori, you idiot.”

You froze at your friend’s words, unable to process what he had said and what it meant for you.

“...They’re the same person?” You managed to squeak out eventually, eyes blown wide in shock as you failed to say anything else. As if on cue, All Might took that as his cue to transform back into his smaller form, the blush on his face only growing brighter as he was unable to meet your awestruck gaze.

Suddenly everything made sense to you, why you never knew what Toshinori’s quirk or hero name was, why you never saw him and All Might together.

Why everyone had gone so silent, and why the atmosphere was now BEYOND tense.

Toshinori could see the realization hit you, however, alongside a wave of shame upon realizing you had just confessed your crush on him right to his face. So, before you could let your embarrassment consume you and run off, he took your firm, strong hand in his, gently linking your fingers together as he gave you a wobbly smile.

“Don’t worry, Y/n. I like you too.” He told you, sincerity flowing through his voice despite the shyness of being watched by all of your coworkers in that moment. “I’ve been attracted to you ever since I first saw you, you’re so strong and your quirk is amazing. I just can’t… I cant believe you like me, in this form. Not as all Might, but just… me.”

He sounded so stunned, so amazed that you could possibly like him for him rather than for All Might, that all your doubts instantly washed away and you leaned over to press a kiss to the shy man’s cheek to reassure him. You wanted to lift him in your arms right then, to pick him up and show off just how strong you were for him and make him a flustered mess right that moment, but you decided to save that for later. You didn’t want to make the poor man combust, after all. “It’s always been you, Toshinori. I’ve liked you ever since I came here.” You told him, neither of you able to wipe the lovesick grins off your faces at this point. “This was definitely not how I planned on confessing to you, but…” You paused, looking around to see that your coworkers' expressions had shifted from ones of pity to looks of endearment and encouragement. “If it means I get to go out on a date with you, I suppose I can live with the embarrassment.”

“That sounds like a wonderful idea, Y/n.” Toshinori replied immediately, beaming from ear to ear as the two of you made your way to a table further in the back of the staff lounge to discuss plans for your first date away from the prying, nosy looks of your fellow co-workers. As embarrassed as you were about the whole situation, you were thankful that none of them had stepped in and stopped you from embarrassing yourself due to your misconception. If they had, you may never have had the chance to go on a date with the man you’ve admired since you first set foot into this school, so you said a silent thank-you to each of them as you and Toshinori began ironing out the details fo your first date.

Request - Anonymous said: said: Drabble for Toshinori Yagi please? I like the skinny French fry man 😆 Maybe for a new teacher at UA who started at the same time as him, and she's got a blade quiork. She's tall, and has a build sorta like Nana(she's a muscle queen. love her). She's got a crush on skinny Yagi(small might), and she ends up gushing/confessing to fellow teacher All Might about her crush on him(small might), not knowing that they are the same person. Please and thank you!

A/N: …Sorry, this was NOT supposed to be this long lol. I know these are supposed to just be drabbles, but this idea was really fun and I ended up getting just a bit carried away lol. I had a lot of fun writing this though, it was such a cute idea and I’ve been wanting to write more for the pro-heroes lately! I’m sorry I didn’t get to add more about the reader’s quirk that you requested, I just wasn’t sure how to work it in naturally but if you’d like me to write a follow-up including more hero-related things, I can totally do that too! I hope you guys enjoy this lol, if you have any requests my inbox is open so feel free to send them in! :D

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tired-teacher-blog · 2 years

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A new beginning

Characters : All might/ Fem reader

Genre : Angst/ Fluff/ One shot

Summary : You find yourself pregnant and all alone after your husband's passing in a villain attack. Thankfully though, the world's symbol of peace refused to leave your side.

Trigger warning : Character's death/ mourning/ pregnancy

Prompt suggested by the lovely @justmewoo

Please do not read if you're a minor

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

Has it ever occurred to you that your life might take a turn to the unexpected in the matter of seconds?

Never..

Have you even once considered the possibility of being left alone in a cruel world to fend for yourself?

Not in a million years..

Yet there you were facing new kinds of fears that you didn't even know you had.

Your eyes widened and your heart sunk in, the moment your husband's face came on the news with the word "deceased" plastered on the bottom of the TV screen.

It was a villain attack, a messy vicious one that took place near your husband's work place, but for a moment you weren't too worried since the world's symbol of peace was present to put an end to it like he always does.

But you soon came to realize that even All might's powers had their limitations when it comes to challenging death, a realization that had cost you your husband, the father to be..

You clutched your bulging tummy and picked up your phone with a shaky hand, you refused to believe what the news report suggested.

He can't be dead, he can't just leave, you two are expecting a child and he promised to hold your hand in the delivery room so you wouldn't be scared, there must be a mistake, he will answer your call and tell you himself that the bloody reporter had mentioned the wrong person.. if only he would pick up.

Your world crumbled around you as your calls went straight to voicemail.

So it was true, he was gone despite all his promises, when the day comes you will be by yourself bringing a fatherless child to this world, the bloody reporter wasn't mistaken after all..

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You wiped the tears that kept running down your cheeks and swallowed hard as your blurry vision studied every detail of your husband's portrait placed in the center of the funeral venue. It was as if you wanted to engrave his features into your brain.

People came and left, paying their respects and wishing you the best of luck in facing life all alone, and all you could do was thank them, as a single thought circulated your brain the whole time.. would luck be enough?

You couldn't even afford to pay for the funeral services, and now that your husband is no longer with you, how are you supposed to carry on?

_ "Ms y/n, you should go home now, everyone else has already left." it was him, the man who was driven by an overwhelming sense of guilt.

_ "I want to thank you again for taking care of everything Mr all might." you had to call him by his hero name like everyone else did because that's all you knew about him.

This man— the world's symbol of peace, hadn't left your side since what happened a few weeks ago. It was nice of him, extremely so, taking care of the funeral arrangements and costs when he didn't have to do any of it, but he was guilt ridden and felt responsible for what happened.

_ "It's getting late so allow me to drive you home, besides, you shouldn't be moving carelessly in your condition." He added, eyes cautiously landing on your barely showing baby bump, and you found yourself nodding slowly as your hands rested on your tummy.

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You sincerely believed that day would be the last you and him would interact in any way. However, and for the past couple of months, he made it a habit to visit you weekly, check in on you and ask if there was anything you needed help with.

It was weird, overwhelming even.

It was his self proclaimed duty to take responsibility of you but you hated it, since seeing his face only reminded you of your loss.

It was easier for you to internally blame him for what happened to your husband than to drown in sorrow and despair, even though deep down you knew he had tried everything he could to save him..

_ "I'm really sorry Ms y/n, I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable." he took a step further away from your front door when you finally asked him to stop coming.

_ "I know you mean well, and I truly appreciate everything you've done for me so far but I need to learn how to manage on my own." you wanted to tell him off, to ask him to keep his distance but it didn't seem right.

You meant it though— every word that came out of your mouth, you truly needed to be independent, find a job that would hopefully pay well and guarantee a comfortable life for you and your unborn child.

Though it was a lot easier said than done.. because who would want to hire a pregnant woman with little professional experience?

You tried and tried but to no avail, your chances were nonexistent and so was money in your account. You knew that if things kept going the way they were, you would be homeless in a matter of days.

_ "What am I supposed to do?" was the only thing you managed to let out between strangled sobs as your mind wandered off..

Everything was going like a dream until that fateful night a few months ago. Your husband was still by your side as you excitedly awaited your baby to come to life, but it had all gone to hell in a split second, leaving you all alone and helpless.

Money had never been a problem before, not even after you had to quit your job due to your tough pregnancy, it was still fine since your husband's income was more than enough for your small family..

But not anymore, you no longer had any source of income and no one accepted to hire you.

But if someone with enough power and influence were to interfere somehow, then maybe you would have a chance.

You hated yourself for considering that option, and even more so for thinking about him of all people.

But then again, he had shown you nothing but kindness during the few months he had spent checking in on you, whereas all you did was push him away without even a proper "thank you".

You had been aiming your resentment at him so far, but if you were to be completely honest, your bitterness is only due to realizing that he did not deserve any of the blame. And now you're even considering asking him to help you find a job after specifically demanding he stays away.

But you were desperate, and had no other choice.

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You took a deep breath and stepped into his agency, unsure of what to do or say next, but no matter how bad your visit's outcome might be, it cannot be worse than the eviction notice sitting on top of your fridge.

You looked around as you were slowly approaching the receptionist's desk, admiring the extravagant interior and the elegant looking staff.

_ "Hello! may I help you ma'am?" too cheerful for your liking to be honest.

_ "Yes, hello, may I see Mr All might please?" hearing yourself utter those words out loud made you realize how ridiculous you were being, and suddenly wished to disappear.

_ "He's not present at the moment, but you may leave a message."

Maybe it was for the best that he wasn't there, "that's totally fine thank you." and with that, you turned around and hurried out, only to be intercepted by his huge form right at the main entrance.

_ "Ms y/n! is everything okay? were you here to see me?" he was all over you, studying your features in hopes of getting an answer you were taking too long to provide, "will you come with me to my office?"

You did, silently trailing behind him and purposely ignoring everyone's questioning looks, until you found yourself sitting across from the number one hero, a huge mahogany table between you two, and a refreshing beverage in your hand.

_ "I actually came here today to ask for your assistance," it has always been hard for you to admit defeat or accept aid from anyone, but what other choices did you have? "I've been trying to get a job lately but I was unlucky, so I was wondering if you could help me find one, if it's not a bother of course."

You almost took your words back the moment they left your mouth, and you would have if he didn't beat you to the answer.

_ "Why not work for me? You can be my assistant, it's perfect for you and won't demand any extra physical effort."

It is perfect, too perfect in fact, but would that be okay? Working for the one you wanted to avoid the most?

_ "I really appreciate the offer sir but don't you already have an assistant?"

_ "I have more than one," he leaned back in his chair, averting his gaze and scratching the back of his head as a nervous laughter escaped his throat, "the amount of work we have here can't be handled otherwise, so will you join our team?"

He sounded hopeful, desperate to hear you say "yes", and you didn't care for the warmth creeping up your skin, because it shouldn't mean anything more than your raging pregnancy hormones.

_ "Yes, I'll take it, thank you so much for the opportunity sir."

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Working for the number one hero should be exhausting, stressful, and even dangerous. But that was not the case for you, since All might has been paying you extra attention.

None of it mattered though, you didn't take the job so you would be treated nicely, you did it because no one else wanted to hire you.

So despite the rumors and the hushed whispers some of your colleagues liked to spread about you and your boss, you did what should be done and focused solely on your assignments while ignoring everything else around you.

_ "How was yesterday's doctor appointment? I really wished to be there with you this time as well." his cheerful voice ceased being annoying a long time ago, perhaps seeing his face almost everyday for the past four months did the trick. But it wasn't just that, his mere presence has become your source of strength.

_ "Oh no don't say that you're already doing too much for me, and no matter what I do in return, there is no way I'll be able to pay you back," you were looking into his eyes as you spoke, the same ones you used to despise.

And it's strange, the purity those irises emitted was something you were blind to, for the longest time.

_ "Everything seems to be going well, the doctor said that my due date should be in about a month from now." you added with a smile, as you caressed your tummy.

_ "Why don't you start your maternity leave then? Don't worry about the paper work and get as much rest as you need." there he was again, showing you nothing but unconditional support and kindness, and kindling a familiar warmth that spread across your whole body.

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You plopped down on the couch and placed all the baby clothes and toys by your side. You needed to organize and store them properly before leaving to the hospital the next morning.

You smiled as you picked up that fluffy little onesie All might had bought a few weeks ago. It had the same design and colors as in his hero costume, and you giggled softly as you remembered his excitement the day he had given it to you.

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you almost missed the gentle knock on your door.

_ "Sir, what are you doing here?" it was him, sporting his trademark smile as he greeted you.

_ "I wanted to see you before joining the others in a bit, I came to wish you good luck tomorrow." he was about to lead an operation against the league of villains in order to save one of his students. A tough mission indeed, where should be no room for mistakes, because the alternative would be the boy's life.

And as his assistant, you were aware of all of that, but what you were oblivious of, was that he had come to you for reassurance, because seeing your face has always given him that sense of comfort.

_ "The mission won't start for another hour, do you want to come in for a moment?" you suggested with a smile, stepping to the side and giving him room to enter.

It was nice, the closeness you two learned to share over the last few months. You still couldn't admit it, but after your husband's passing, this man has become the closest thing to you.

You couldn't understand how to explain your feelings for him, or rather, you didn't dare touch that part for the sake of your late husband and your unborn child.

_ "If everything goes well tonight, I will be by your side during delivery." his smile remained intact as he helped you organize the tiny garments, but there was also an undeniable worry in his eyes.

_ "It will be okay, you are All might for god's sake." you couldn't do much to help, but you were hoping your words would soothe him even a little.

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He had left your apartment and gone to the mission ahead, and not knowing how things were going on his side wasn't helping your increasing anxiety.

You flipped through the TV channels, to hopefully come across a report or a news coverage that would provide any kind of updates, until his face finally showed up on the screen, and you froze seeing his blood stained body and exhausted state..

It was a lot more serious than you expected it to be, you have never seen him that way before, all beat up and barely able to stand on his feet.

You clutched your chest and bit down on your lip as you watched everyone fighting tooth and nail against the villains, but your focus remained on one person only.

And all of a sudden, something unexpected happened, something that flipped your world upside down.. All might, the almighty man, the number one hero and symbol of peace, turned into someone else entirely, someone you were familiar with.. your introverted neighbor Mr Toshinori Yagi.

Was it a dream? Your mind playing tricks on you? A sick joke of some sort?

Your shy quiet neighbor— with whome you've only shared polite greetings, and the friendly cheerful All might who walked into your life, uninvited, and pulled you out of the pit..

How can they possibly be the same person?

You felt strangely betrayed, though you knew deep down that you had no right to. Why would he reveal his secret to you? He owes you nothing.

Your eyes were still glued to the TV screen, and your anxiety level shot to the roof.

"Please be safe." It didn't matter anymore who he truly was or what else might he be hiding, the only thing you cared about was for him to be safe.

And suddenly, something snapped underneath you, soaking your underwear and reaching your thighs. It was time for the baby to come.

You were overwhelmed and uncertain about what to do next, your water wasn't supposed to break just yet. Was it because of everything that happened earlier? In any case, the painful contractions started and you could barely phone a cab and change your clothes before picking up your bag and hurrying to the hospital.

Not knowing how the fight would end killed you, and what troubled you further was hearing everyone speaking about him in a judging manner.

It was the only thing people kept talking about. On the news broadcasted on the cab's radio, on the phone call the driver had with his wife, in the amused conversations shared between the nurses in the hospital's hallways.

You wanted to scream, to ask them to shut up already, to beg any kind soul to give you an update on how the mission was going, but there was no one around to help you with that.

And there you were, all alone in the delivery room as you expected you'd be the day your husband had died..

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You opened your eyes slowly, groaning at the aching of your body. You placed a shaky hand on your empty belly, and that's when you realized that what happened earlier wasn't a dream, your baby was truly delivered.

_ "Ms y/n, are you okay? Should I call a nurse?"

That familiar voice snapped you back to your senses.

_ "Mr Toshinori.. All might.." you weren't sure how to address him now, "how did things go? Are you feeling well? Did the operation succeed?" he was all bandaged up so you weren't sure what to assume.

_ "So you heard about my secret, I hope this doesn't change anything between us and I hope you understand that I had no ulterior motives."

_ "I know, you don't have to explain anything to me because I'm not mad, I'm just happy you're alive." and for the first time in months, you decided that it was okay for you to feel happiness again.

_ "I kept thinking of you the whole time, I wanted to come back to you, to both of you," his eyes traveled to the small crib by your bed, and you watched with a smile as he gently picked up your little baby girl and placed her in your arms, "she'll grow up to be as strong and beautiful as her mother."

You couldn't help the tears running down your cheeks as you held your daughter for the very first time, it was an overwhelming emotion that you have never experienced before. Love, happiness, fear, strength, all at once.

_ "You made it so far y/n, and if you allow me, I would love to share the rest of the journey with you." he cradled your cheeks, caressing your tear stained skin, and you wasted no time giving him an answer that made your heart flutter.

_ "I would love that."

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fluff-n-cookies · 8 months

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What would make All Might give OFA to his daughter?

I don't think so.

THINK ABOUT IT THINK ABOUT IT.

all might went through pure TORTURE to master it, and is he gonna let his sweet baby girl go through the same pain AND be hunted down by AFO like shimura and the rest of the weilders of OFA were?

NO. NEVER. NOT IN A THOUSAND YEARS

but Izuku might if you ask him nicely.

and I know that Toshinori is trying to hide it as best as he can.

but one night when you were 8, he came home in his (big? muscular? weird neck ?) form and dear lord, you screamed so loud I'm pretty sure you broke a glass.

anyway, you threw your princess tiara at him RIGHT IN THE STOMACH WHERE HIS INJURY IS.

so now AM is groaning in pain in the front door, the neighbors are considering filing for child abuse, You are calling Tsukauchi back at the police department (because of course AM told you to call him) crying over the phone because someone that looks like daddy but isn't and now has your princess tiara and has the necklace you made him for fathers day, and Tsukauchi CALLS ALL MIGHT TO TAKE CARE OF THE SITUATION AND IT"S JUST ONE BIG WHEEL OF STUPIDITY.

so Tsukauchi gets to your house and finally understands what happened and took all might to the hospital and while he's there he explains one for all and once all might gets there hes just met with this tiny menace of a reader who's all pouty and refused to talk to him since he kept a very BIG secret from her, and at this point he's on his KNEES begging for forgiveness.

thank you for sending in a request, this is my 3rd time writing from an ask!

#bnha fluff #bnha x child reader #bnha x reader #bnha #bnha headcannons #bnha dads #child reader #platonic yandere #daughter reader #all might x daughter!reader #yagi toshinori #bnha toshinori #mha toshinori #all might x reader #all might x child reader

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frickingnerd · 1 year

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Pro Hero Masterlist

Toshinori Yagi / All Might

i'd stop the world for you - oneshot

all might breaking up with you - headcanons

Enji Todoroki / Endeavour

endeavor with a sidekick who isn't intimidated by him - headcanons

Keigo Takami / Hawks

fake dating hawks - headcanons

hawks with a s/o who has a healing quirk - headcanons

friends with benefits hawks & dabi - headcanons

Rumi Usagiyama / Mirko

mirko with a s/o who has a fox quirk - headcanons

being in a poly relationship with mirko and lady nagant - headcanons

Tsunagu Hakamada / Best Jeanist

best jeanist comforting his self concious s/o - headcanons

Shinya Kamihara / Edgeshot

secret kisses with edgeshot - headcanons

Mirai Sasaki / Sir Nighteye

workplace crushes - oneshot

Taishiro Toyomitsu / Fatgum

fatgum being jealous - headcanons

Ryuko Tatsuma / Ryukyu

ryukyu with a sidekick who overworks themselves - headcanons

Shota Aizawa / Eraserhead

fake dating shota aizawa - headcanons

Hizashi Yamada / Present Mic

present mic dating a metalhead - headcanons

spending time with present mic - headcanons

Nemuri Kayama / Midnight

bruised hearts heal slowly - oneshot

midnight crushing on her sidekick - headcanons

Sekijiro Kan / Vlad King

jealous vlad king - headcanons

Yu Takeyama / Mount Lady

the taste of the enemy - drabble

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seasickjellyfish · 1 year

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Being all mights caretaker

It was Nezu that had asked you, being a former student of the blonde you didn’t mind taking care of him. He was always someone you looked up to, it was the least you could do.

“Good morning Mr.Yagi!” You chirped as you walked into the former hero’s very expensive apartment. “Good morning y/n” he always have the warmest of smiles, even if his body raged with pain.

“How are you feeling today?” You walked to his bedside and smiled down at him. “I’m alright, if it’s alright with you I’d like to get some walking in today.” He chided as he gestured to your standing form. “Well of course! Would you like some slippers? Or do you want to do outside.” You made your way to his walk in closet. “Slipper are fine.” He spoke as he watched you go into the room, he busied himself with getting up.

You walked out of his closet with a pair of grey slippers, “here ya go.” You laid the shoes near his feet, you walked over and set your bag down onto a chair that sat near the bed.

Toshinori gripped onto the bedside table, you rushed over to help the blonde stand.

After he stood, leaning slightly on you, you spoke. “Is there anywhere particular you wanna go?” You looked up at him, his height always kind of amazed you. You often found yourself jealous of him, you remember back in high school you jokingly asked the hero to donate some inches.

“Just the kitchen is fine.” You nodded and your journey started. The blonde shuffled, his legs like a baby deers. It’d been a long while since he’d stood, even longer since he’s walked.

Once you both made it he sat down. “Anything you’d like me to cook?” He shook his head, “just tea is fine.” You nodded and made your way to the kennel that sat near the oven. After filling it with water you pressed the on button. “Never imagined you’d be taking care of the former number one hero huh?” He chuckled as he looked out of the window.

He often said things like this, sometimes his words were so sad you’d find yourself crying into your pillow. The man was lonely, so very lonely. He never got a wife or got to settle down, you were sure he regret it too. “No Mr.Yagi but don’t worry, I like taking care of you. It’s what gets me out of bed in the morning.” You smiled at the blonde, trying to somewhat lift his now saddening mood.

He nodded at your statement and went back to his city watching. You wished he’d eat, the man was already very skinny. You could make things that we could eat he just chose not to. It was saddening when he almost fell and you picked him right up as if he were a child. A man almost twice your age being able to be carried around like a baby.

He was beyond embarrassed when you had picked him up, his face all red as you carried him like a bride.

The man had gained feelings for you, as much as he didn’t want to admit it. It was true. You could tell in the way he looked at you or when he’d randomly give you his credit card to go shop with and many other things. He never said anything about it though, most likely thinking he’d just be a burden on your shoulders. As if he would be like an anchor pulling you away from your free and young lifestyle.

You may have loved the man, no you did love him. You didn’t want to overstep so you never said anything. Until today.

“Would you like me to move in?” You spoke randomly as the blonde sipped away at his tea, he almost spit it all over your face. “Excuse me? Move in?” He grabbed at a napkin to cough in. “Don’t you get lonely? I don’t want you to be lonely. But it’s okay if you don’t want me to I completely understand!” You spoke, soon regretting even asking.

“Ahem, well uh.. it’s up to you. I don’t mind..” that was him saying yes, I don’t mind meant yes in his book. “It’s your choice though, it is your home.” You leaned against the counter. “Well i-” he was cut off, the sound of glass shattering behind him.

Jumping over the counter you stood in front of the blonde. Out of the rumble walked a villain. Toshinori hesitated, he’d never been in a situation where he was the one being protected.

You rushed forward, activating your quirk. You punched the villain fell back out of the glass hole it made. “Oh.” You spoke as you expected more of a fight.

“Are you okay?” You walked over to the blonde as he stood up, “yeah.” You nodded and looked at the ruined glass. “Should I call someone?”

“Yeah.”

#yagi toshinori #all might #mha all might #one for all #retired #toshinori yagi x reader #toshi #yagi #toshinori x you #my hero academia toshinori #bnha toshinori #toshinori fluff #mha toshinori

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smuttyfang · 8 months

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All Might, You Embarrass Yourself With Your Quirk

“"I'm big small might Simp but not an all might Simp (If I met him in his big form I'll most likely to feel uncomfortable or intimidated), and what makes some know that the reader likes him is cuz of an animal quirk? (cats with big pupil) and uncomfortable with all might (owls puffing up feather a bit not allot tho). I like the idea of the reader working in UA in someway. she mentally go to normal to BOOM! LOTS OF SEROTONIN! but tries her best to keep cool and not make a fool of herself (but kinda does) in front of small might no less I'm not sure if you take curtain quirk or hero costumes requests but I do like a loose hero custume for the reader (tight clothes makes me feel insecure tbh) and an a nocturnal animal quirk! If not thats ok 👌."

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"This will be interesting!" You said, leaning over to your good friend, the hero Midnight.

"Oh yes, this one will be delicious." She said, seductively as usual. You stared at the large screen in front of you. You were both sitting with a few other staff members and students watching the first term final exam. Up next was Eraser's battle against Momo and Shoto. Shoto was always an interesting one during these battles. Before the match began, Midnight turned toward you. "So, have you given any more thought to it?"

"Well.." You had recently been introduced to some of the other teachers at U.A. by Midnight. At first it was simply as friends, but they all have really been pushing for you to be involved with the school, even becoming one of the teachers. "I have still been thinking about it. It's a big decision."

"I know, I know. But you could really help put these students in a good position." She giggled. "But seriously, I know your quirk would be useful for teaching them more silent but necessary skills. " She did have a point. Your quirk was useful for operations that required more delicate handling. Since you had the skills of an owl, and the wings, it was extremely easy for you to follow someone silently and stay quiet. You could turn your feet into owl like claws as well to hold yourself on branches and the sides of buildings. "You could also help students who have trouble with balance."

"Yes, I suppose that is true." You placed your fingers on your chin, humming to yourself and thinking. "Maybe, I'm just not sure that I.." You began to speak, but you heard the door to the room open and close. Before you realized it, All Might himself was standing right in front of you. He was wearing.. a suit? It didn't seem like he felt comfortable in it. He would awkwardly pull on his collar and try to pull it away from his neck. He looked at Midnight.

"Hey, Midnight. This a friend?" He gave you a very gentle smile. It felt like your heart jumped.

"Yes, she may be working here soon if I can finally convince her to." All Might sat down beside of you and held his hand out to you.

"We could use all the help we can get. It's nice to meet you then." You felt your wings lightly raise up and flutter, along with your heart. You shakily took his hand in yours and shook it. "Um.. Are you alright? Your wings are flapping." You realized you were creating somewhat of a breeze behind yourself because your wings kept flapping. Some papers flew about the room. You scrambled and tried to hold them down with your hands.

"I, uh.. yeah! That just happens sometimes! Hehe.." You were mortified. It felt like you were already making a complete fool of yourself in front of him.

"I see." He laughed. "You don't need to hide them, they're uh, nice." He rubbed the back of his head. You didn't expect that he would be a nervous type of person. Your wings fluttered even more hearing him say that to you, and you couldn't control them any longer after that. You blushed hard, pushing your face into Midnight's chest to hide. She giggled at you.

"So, did you change your mind about working here yet?" She asked you, slyly. Looking up at her still blushing madly, you whispered to her quietly.

"I definitely want to teach here." She giggled at you and grinned.

"Oh? Why the sudden change of heart, hmm?" She teased. She knew damn well what the reason was.

"Shut up." You pulled away from her, crossing your arms. You looked to All Might. His eyes were trained on the screen, watching the students. It was easy to see how much he cared for them. You tried to avoid staring, and continued with watching the match. Once that match had finished, All Might stood.

"I guess I should prepare for mine." He stretched his arms upward. "Would you like to walk with me?" You felt like screaming out loud you were so happy.

"Oh, absolutely!" You said excitedly. He held his hand out to you to help you up, like a true gentleman. "Thank you.." He really wasn't doing much of anything, but it was still making your heart race. You both began walking out of the room and down the hall together.

"So, you are going to teach then?" He asked.

"I believe so, yes." You nodded. "If I can have the patience, I will do my best."

"You will learn how to have it quickly and easily, I'm sure." He smiled at you. "Then I will be happy to see you in action."

"I definitely don't have anything flashy, but I think some of the things I know are quite practical." You rubbed the back of your neck. "I just hope I can teach, I've never done anything like this before."

"Maybe we could discuss teaching methods, I'm still fairly new to this whole teaching thing." He laughed. You both approached the door to exit and head outside. Steam started rolling off of his body.

"That would be nice, once I get started anyways." His body started to grow larger.

"Over coffee?" He asked, still with a normal and gentle voice.

"I would love that." His transformation was finished, and his appearance was now that of the #1 hero.

"Well, I'll see you soon, then!" He jumped off the ground, laughing loudly, headed toward the battlefield for his match with his students.

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#my hero academia #mha #boku no hero acedamia #bnha #all might x reader #all might #small might #small might x reader #yagi toshinori #yagi toshinori x reader #fluff #fanfic #scenario

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niishii · 2 years

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Our Little Secret (MHA Drabbles)

warnings; none, just fluff.

Divider: @firefly-graphics header: images from pinterest

prompt; you're a teacher at ua who is also in a secret relationship with aizawa, hizashi, and toshi

✦ Aizawa Shota; Today was one of those days in which the quiet man with sad eyes and binding cloths covering half of his face sat on the couch alone—eyes glued to the news broadcasting channel—while you stood on the opposite side of the room nursing a cup of bitter-tasting black coffee. When the bitterness got too much for you, you tossed the paper cup in the trash and walked over to sit on the couch. He sat with his arms sprawled across the back of the couch as you sank into the cushions and resisted the magnetic force pulling you towards him. That magnetic force eventually manifested itself into a binding cloth, gentle wrapping around your shoulders and tugging towards the empty space against him. After a second or two of resisting, you gave in and settled against him, your head resting against his chest and your legs tucked underneath you as you snuggled against his side. Although risky, you both were comfortable as you both watched a couple of pro heroes being interviewed after saving a family from a gruesome fire. "How's your day going?" You managed to ask as his arm now rested along your shoulders, pulling you closer. "It's going better now, And you?" he mumbled, resting his head on yours now. You couldn't help but smile, your body relaxing as you two enjoyed each other's company for only a few minutes longer. "Same here. Much better," you replied. The two of you remained like that until the bell rang, signaling that lunch was over. Unfortunately, you both were reluctant to leave each other's grasp.

✦ Hizashi Yamada; Sneaking around with him was nothing less than a thrill and a difficult task. At this rate you wouldn't surprised if the other UA instructors knew of your relationship given the many close calls you both had getting caught. Almost everyday when the students were dismissed for lunch, you found yourself migrating to his classroom. He'd be sitting at his desk, pretending to not be eagerly awaiting your arrival. When you saw you, he could never keep his voice down nor hide his excitement. As if he hadn't seen you in years, he'd spring from his desk and rush to you, his arms engulfing you into a hug before you could remind him for the umpteenth time that your relationship was to remain a secret. However, this warning does little to stop him from quickly pecking your cheek just before anyone in the hallway can catch you both in close proximity. During days when you can't find him in his classroom when the bell rings, he'll have one of his students deliver a note to you saying to meet him a secure location on campus during lunchtime. It felt like highschool all over again with the two of you sneaking around on school grounds to talk about your day and the progress you both were making with your students. Everytime you both parted, he'd quickly pull you close and kiss your forehead before whispering, "I'll see you later, babe." When the bell rings signaling lunch is over, you head back to your classroom, unable to wipe the chipper smile from your face.

✦ Toshinori Yagi; Resisting the urge to hold hands with Toshi as you both head for the teacher's lounge is more than you both can bear. Sometimes, if the coast is clear and no one else is around, he'll take you by the hand and give it a gentle squeeze. Unfortunately, you both don't want to deal with questions from your coworkers, students, or the media so you both quickly release each other's hands if someone's walking down the hall. You both find solace in the teacher's lounge, where you sit side by side and eat lunch together all while talking about your day. Occasionally he reach for your hand and squeeze it under the table in case someone comes walking in. Lunch goes by fast when you're with him. There never seems to be enough time to recap each other's day, because you both are two busy stealing glances towards the door everytime someone passes. When the bell rings, signaling your departure, he'll take by the hand and press a quick kiss to the back of it. "Enjoy the rest of your day, beautiful," He'd say just before the both of you go your separate ways for the time being.

#bhna x reader #mha reader insert #aizawa shota x reader #mha toshinori #toshinori x reader #hizashi x reader #present mic x reader #eraserhead x reader #all might x reader #mha drabble #mha fluff #hizashi yamada #hizashi yamada x reader #toshinori yagi x reader #my hero academia x you #aizawa x you #my hero academia x reader insert #niishii

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spookikookiboo · 1 year

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👀 Boobie Pillows 👀

Was in the mood to draw some soft Yagi and Aizawa.

Let’s be real All Might’s true ability is getting this insomniac to sleep~

~Spooki🖤

#spookiart #eraserhead #mha eraserhead #erasermight #yagi x Shota #aizawa sensei #shota aizawa #my hero academia toshinori #toshinori fluff #mha toshinori #my hero acedamia #shoto aizawa #aizawa shouta #aizawa fluff #soft boys

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random-thoughts4u · 1 year

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Headcanons about how Hizashi Yamada (BNHA), Shota Aizawa (BNHA), and Toshinori Yagi (BNHA) would confess to gn reader?

♡CONFESSIONS?! FROM HEROS! How Lucky!♡

♡Gn!Reader♡

I hope I am able to properly write them for you Anon! Thank you for the request! I'm basic me fashion, I will be adding how you met as well! Also I'm not sure if you wanted AllMight or smallmight so I went with both!

🎤Hizashi Yamada🎤

The first day you met him was one that changed your life forever. You were absolutely bombarded by paparazzi, showering you with flashes from their cameras. The only thing with the same fame as heros, are famous artists.

YOU were the top hot artist of the week once again, making this your second month in the number one spot. It came with the hearts of many fans, including someone you were also a fan of.

As you waved off the fanatics with a friendly smile, you entered the arenas V.I.P. area. That's when you saw him standing their.

A huge grin stained his face as his hands balled excitedly at his sides, playfully shaking in excitement. Pro her Present Mic!

His normal tall standing hair laid flat against his back as he adorned his favorite pair of golden hued glasses.

You felt your heart skip a beat as you find yourself being starstruck.

Unable to stop your movements, you let your mouth drop as you quickly shuffled over to him.

"PRE-PRESENT MIC?!" Was all you stuttered out as he reached his hand to you, offering a polite shake as greetings.

"That's the name baby, wear it out if you can!"You shook his hand firmly as he snapped a finger gun in your direction. Something about him in person shone so much brighter to you than when you had caught him on TV.

"I gotta ask, would you be free to do a duet with me sometime? Your pipes are TO DIE FOR!" He posed dramatically at that last part before getting on one knee, keeping his hand on yours.

A light blush covered your cheeks as you accepted.

Months had passed, and you found yourself spending more and more time with him. He'd always show up at your studio with random gifts. He'd shower you in bad pick-up lines.

"Damn baby, you've gotta be a battery because you are ELECTRIC!"

"A pro baker must have designed that cake you carry." You chuckled as he tossed his hands in the air, wiggling his fingers.

His pickup lines were always so fun. They always had a way of making you blush.

One night, you heard a knock on your door. Knowing all too well who it was, you adjust your outfit, smoothing out every wrinkle before swinging open the door.

There, he stood with a large box of chocolates in one hand and a trembling bouquet in the other.

His smile was tense, and he had a sweat beading along his brow. It was odd seeing him so nervous since he was always so confident.

"Look, (Y/N), I know we've only been friends for a short time now, but being with you just sets my soul ablaze. You make the song in my heart stronger each time you smile. You picking up what I'm putting down?"

With that, you move aside, letting him in much to his confusion. That was until you placed a gentle kiss to his now crimson red cheek.

That was the start of a beautiful relationship.

💤Shoto Aizawa💤

■ It had been another long and tiring day at the office. Manely due to the negligence of your coworkers leaving early when they still had a mountain of work left to do. That was soon pushed on you by the boss.

■ It was close to midnight by the time you were able to leave the office. No surprise there. The rain peppered down lightly around you, misting along your coat. That's when your eye caught a small light inside of a convenient store.

■ The grumble of your stomach ached and pleaded for you to get something for the walk home, just to relieve its pain. You did just that.

■ As you walked into the store, you reached into your pocket to retrieve your card, making your way over to the coffee pot you knew would be waiting for you, as you'd been here many times.

■ Just as you stepped into the aisle, a large figure harshly bumped into you, causing your paperwork to splash from your arms, colliding with the mud caked floor tiles.

■ "Tch..sorry about that.." A gruff voice mentioned from above you as you leaned down to grab the papers. You were more enamored by the papers than the man beside you. Until you saw a scared hand reaching down to retrieve a few of the scattered sheets.

■ Your eyes looked towards the figure, following the arm up to find a rather handsome, tired face, looking at the work you'd done.

■ "You study the heroes in the area? This is impressive work on us." The word 'us' wrang out to you, and within seconds, it clicked. You were staring down a pro hero and teacher and UA. Eraserhead.

■ "No, please, it's my fault, I was so busy fumbling to find my card. I didn't watch where I was going...If I may?" You held a hand out to him, watching as he handed back your work.

■ "The information on the second page is wrong. About Mount Lady." He remained by your side but glanced off in another direction before sipping the coffee that had somehow ended rlup in his grasp.

■ You raised a brow at him before the coffee pot pinged for the next available customer to be serviced. "Would you be willing to share some advice?" Was all you got out before you started pouring your own cup.

■ "Just because I'm a teacher doesn't mean I'm available to teach everyone... but since I messed up your work, I guess I can help." Woth that he slips you a small paper and heads out of the door.

■You peered down at the note, spotting his number and enough cash to cover your coffee. A light blush consumed your face as you made your way to the checkout counter.

■ A year had come and gone, as did him coming by each Friday. Seeing the pro hero had become a regular thing. It was long before you felt the magnetic pull towards him. You knew you'd be in trouble if he caught wind of your feelings. So you bottled them up.

■ Friday night had once again started, and there you sat staring at the clock. A familiar voice sounded behind the door before he entered your living room with a spare set of keys you'd given him. Once you were focused on work, you tended to space out and left him standing there for an hour before. The phone was on silent so you didn't receive his calls.

■ Aizawa made his way over to your desk, sitting a small coffee on the table before he took his usual spot beside you. His body sunk into the comfy armchair as he watched your pencil dance along the paper.

■ His eyes focused on yours, paying extra attention to the way your brows knit together in concentration as you worked. You Doon noticed his stare.

■ "You're not one to stare. Something on your mind?" You asked him lightly. Without skipping a beat, he was standing beside you, Lightly placing a hand along your shoulder.

■ "I'm not sure what you do to me." His voice came out soft, almost scared. If you didn't pay much attention, you'd have missed the fear behind his tone.

■ "You're on my mind. All the time. I don't even know what it is about you." Pink dusted along your cheeks as your pen clattered against the desk. Your eyes were now on his. Awestruck and locked on his expression.

■ "May I?" Was all he asked as he gentle cups your face. His thumb traced the base of your jawline as he leaned in. You nod in response.

■Letting yourself go, you immediately allow your eyes to fall as you feel his lips press against yours. The tender touches of his hand gracing your cheek along with his velvety kiss was enough to make your heart soar.

■You were his now.

🟡Toshinori Yagi🟡

The summer breeze against your skin was enough to make you shudder. The pale waves on the beach you frequented sighed in the wind as they welcomed you.

It had been a while since you'd seen the ocean look so vibrant. The sparkling blue of the sea shone like diamonds as they splash along the beach.

Thats when your eyes spotted something.

A large muscle bound man poses in front of a group of people. You couldn't really see who since it was rather far away, so you ignored the entire fiasco.

Over an hour had passed since then, and you were lost in your book. Reading along the beach was one of the most relaxing things you could do.

Just as you were getting to your favorite part of the story, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, you've gotta move. I need this spot." You peered up at a rather oddly dressed man in a long coat as he stated down menacingly at you.

Peeking around the area, you noticed there was no one else around you so you stayed put.

"There's plenty of spaces around you to pick from. Do that." You spat out before going back to your book.

"Oh I don't think you get what I mean fucker. I. WANT. THIS. SPOT. " He pointed down, specifically at you. Your eyes widened in panic as he showed you a large gun in his pocket that seemed to be connected to his flesh. His quirk must be a gun type.

Nodding, you gulped as you quickly picked up your items. Your eyes scanned the area for anyone to see what was happening before you were hoisted up roughly by your arm.

A harsh squeal of pain left your lips as your arm popped from the socket. Tears brimmed your eyes as he shoved his hand over your mouth, hushing you.

Within seconds, the wind around you tossed your book aside, and your towel soon followed. You stood there realizing the pressure was gone. As was the criminal.

"Well, well, well! We seemed to have found another criminal scavaging the beach for change? Have you ever considered a metal detector?" A booming voice echoed out besides you as none other than All Might stood holding the criminal up by the waist under his arm. Almost like a father carrying a child.

He gave you a small thumbs up before waving down the areas' lifeguards. Beach patrol had soon arrived to detain the criminal.

"A life of crime is no way to live, young man! Consider turning your future into a bright one!" The man scoffed at him as police took him away. Thats when his eyes met you.

"I seemed to fail to notice you were injured. Allow me to escort you to the hospital!" You blushed and nodded just before being scooped into his arms as though you weighed nothing.

He stayed by your side the entire time, even going as far to walk you home. Ever since he was involved with the school, he seemed to be more personal with the public. It was endearing.

You found yourself bumping into him all too often at the beach after that and decided it wouldn't hurt to ask him out for a drink. He gladly accepted the offer.

Months had passed, and you both had grown very close. It was obvious to the public. Now, even tabloids were writing stories on you both, speculating whether or not you were together.

This quickly caught the attention of villains in the area, while some left you be, others hunted you down. Toshi knew he had to keep you safe. This was his fault, after all. He knew the risks and still took a chance.

Knocking on your door, he decided it was best to surprise you in person with the news.

Quickly allowing him entry, you made your way over to the couch you bith shared frequently. By this time, you had learned of his issue and allowed him to rest from his hero form at your house.

He ran a hand over the back of his neck nervously as his blue orbs locked onto you.

"This may seem rather sudden since we had only met a few months ago, but I want to let you know I do intent to keep you safe."

Your eyes widen as he took your hand in his.

"I know more than anyone my time is limited, but I want to spend it with you. Will you give me the honor?"

His hands trembled as you gave him a lighthearted smile. That was all you'd wanted to hear from him for a while now.

"I would love to." Was all you said before placing a small kiss along his cheek.

#anime #anime scenarios #gn reader #open requests #yagi toshinori #bnha scenarios #bnha x reader #aizawa shota x reader #aizawa shouta #present mic #hizashi yamada #fluff #cute #confession #all might

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